A quick followup from Sunday's SMS exchange:
Gem to Jube (06/09/09, 4:52pm, just getting out of work and heading to her bus in the sweltering heat): omg fing hot!
Jube to Gem (06/09/09, 4:54pm): what is hot?
Gem to Jube (06/09/09, 4:56pm): the weather. what, u thought i saw federer?
Probably wisely, Jube only addressed the weather in his return text.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Texty Tennis Sunday
Jube is in Norfolk this weekend for a short visit, while I stayed back in Maryland. He wasn't able to watch Roland Garros, but I was!
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 10:29am): Federer winning 2 to 0. 6 to 1, 7 to 6. great tiebreak. a streaker* on the court scared fed. . . flashback to seles?
Jube to Gem (06/07/2009, 10:44am): Awesome.
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 10:45am): 3rd set now 3 jeux a 1 fed mene**
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 11:10am): Fed wins! crying on court. crowd screaming, kids dancing. 3rd set 6.4
Jube to Gem (06/07/2009, 11:11am): Champagne
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 11:41am): What a nice guy! he said he wasnt /happy/ that nadal lost #thats mean# but he was def relieved. agassi gave the coupe.
I love the French Open! I love Roger Federer! I love tennis! What a great morning!
*Update on the "streaker"
**3 games to 1: Federer leads
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 10:29am): Federer winning 2 to 0. 6 to 1, 7 to 6. great tiebreak. a streaker* on the court scared fed. . . flashback to seles?
Jube to Gem (06/07/2009, 10:44am): Awesome.
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 10:45am): 3rd set now 3 jeux a 1 fed mene**
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 11:10am): Fed wins! crying on court. crowd screaming, kids dancing. 3rd set 6.4
Jube to Gem (06/07/2009, 11:11am): Champagne
Gem to Jube (06/07/2009, 11:41am): What a nice guy! he said he wasnt /happy/ that nadal lost #thats mean# but he was def relieved. agassi gave the coupe.
I love the French Open! I love Roger Federer! I love tennis! What a great morning!
*Update on the "streaker"
**3 games to 1: Federer leads
Monday, May 25, 2009
Weather
The weather has been warm, almost summery lately. We haven't wanted to turn on the air conditioning, so we've done one of my favorite things: slept with the windows open. It feels great until the neighbors next to you start pulling fence posts out of the ground at 8:00 in the morning and the guy across the street decides that mowing the lawn is best done at 8:45. And to think that I was looking forward to sleeping in on Memorial Day...
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Morning Surprise
Yesterday, my morning seemed to be a normal morning. I got up, dressed, and out the door on time; I was listening to one of my normal walking songs as I headed to the bus stop. Since Daylight Saving Time started, my mornings have been much nicer, since I don't have to scramble in the dark. However, as I neared the main road, I saw a very strange sight... a red car was in someone's front yard!
Now, at first I thought it might have been deliberate. This house has, in the past few days, lost its shutters, its lawn furniture, and a lot of its vegetation. So someone parking their car there didn't seem so strange. Then I realized that the car had knocked down a couple of panels of chain link and sported a crushed side and front. I saw the driver sitting on the front steps of the house, looking forlornly at the cell phone in his hand. I almost walked by, but then I reminded myself that we have to help when we find ourselves in these situations.
"Sir? Are you all right?" I called. "Do you need me to call anyone?"
He looked up at me, surprised. "No, no, I just called someone. But thank you so much for asking." I thought he was probably still in shock.
Then I did something bad: I waited for him to turn his back and sneaked my camera out of my purse to snap a photo. Unfortunately I was so nervous that he would catch me that this is all I managed to catch:
It's tough to see, but there's the car, just behind and to the left of the tree in the foreground. You can also see the missing spots for shutters on the house...
Now, at first I thought it might have been deliberate. This house has, in the past few days, lost its shutters, its lawn furniture, and a lot of its vegetation. So someone parking their car there didn't seem so strange. Then I realized that the car had knocked down a couple of panels of chain link and sported a crushed side and front. I saw the driver sitting on the front steps of the house, looking forlornly at the cell phone in his hand. I almost walked by, but then I reminded myself that we have to help when we find ourselves in these situations.
"Sir? Are you all right?" I called. "Do you need me to call anyone?"
He looked up at me, surprised. "No, no, I just called someone. But thank you so much for asking." I thought he was probably still in shock.
Then I did something bad: I waited for him to turn his back and sneaked my camera out of my purse to snap a photo. Unfortunately I was so nervous that he would catch me that this is all I managed to catch:
It's tough to see, but there's the car, just behind and to the left of the tree in the foreground. You can also see the missing spots for shutters on the house...
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Red-Handed
As we were watching TV, a commercial for the new Star Trek came on. Glancing at Jube from the corners of my eyes, I said, "I think we should go see Star Trek."
Without looking at me, he said, "Okay, sure. When?"
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this weekend?"
Surprised that I was following through, he turned to face me. "You really want to see it?" Poor Jube. He hates Star Trek and tries to convince himself that I don't like it as much as I do. Not only that: he thinks that the movie looks terrible, and has told me so every time we catch a trailer. Come to think of it, maybe he was trying out some preemptive strikes to keep me from broaching the topic...
"Well, yeah!" I said, "I like Star Trek!"
"I bet I know why you suddenly want to see it: You read a review on Salon.com and now you want to see it."
"No, no! I just want to see it! I like science fiction!"
Grumbling, he said, "All right, maybe we'll go." He grabbed the laptop and opened it up to surf the net while I watched TV. Too late, I realized what was on the screen: a review of Star Trek.
"I knew it! I know you too well!"
"No, no, it's not what you think. It's not salon.com!"
Without looking at me, he said, "Okay, sure. When?"
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe this weekend?"
Surprised that I was following through, he turned to face me. "You really want to see it?" Poor Jube. He hates Star Trek and tries to convince himself that I don't like it as much as I do. Not only that: he thinks that the movie looks terrible, and has told me so every time we catch a trailer. Come to think of it, maybe he was trying out some preemptive strikes to keep me from broaching the topic...
"Well, yeah!" I said, "I like Star Trek!"
"I bet I know why you suddenly want to see it: You read a review on Salon.com and now you want to see it."
"No, no! I just want to see it! I like science fiction!"
Grumbling, he said, "All right, maybe we'll go." He grabbed the laptop and opened it up to surf the net while I watched TV. Too late, I realized what was on the screen: a review of Star Trek.
"I knew it! I know you too well!"
"No, no, it's not what you think. It's not salon.com!"
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Lottery
Yesterday was a beautiful day, with warm weather and cloudy skies. Jube and I took a walk through the park near our house. On our way home, Jube turned to me with a fait divers from that morning's newscast.
"You know someone around here won $150 million in the lottery! They're just waiting for him - or her, I guess - to come pick it up. On the news they interviewed some guy who said he was so happy for whoever won, like painting a picture of him - 'He's probably in debt, and this money will help him get out of this poor area' or whatever."
"That's interesting. You know, I've heard that winning the lottery can really mess up your life, like you lose all of your close relationships because of money."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that too. It can definitely mess up your life for some people. But that wouldn't happen to me."
"You know someone around here won $150 million in the lottery! They're just waiting for him - or her, I guess - to come pick it up. On the news they interviewed some guy who said he was so happy for whoever won, like painting a picture of him - 'He's probably in debt, and this money will help him get out of this poor area' or whatever."
"That's interesting. You know, I've heard that winning the lottery can really mess up your life, like you lose all of your close relationships because of money."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that too. It can definitely mess up your life for some people. But that wouldn't happen to me."
Friday, April 10, 2009
Economic Hardship
Everyone I know is talking about the economy. It's hard to find jobs, hard to keep jobs, money's not worth what it used to be, we can't buy what we want, more people are laid off, we're finding ways to save, etc. Luckily for Jube and me, we're doing okay. My job is pretty secure and we're not worried.
But all the advice about saving and not spending must have gotten to me, because when it came time for a trim of my bangs, I didn't want to shell out the $12 for a professional. Instead, I cut them myself. This was a few months ago, and I ended up with Amelie-style shortshortshort bangs. I also have a small forehead, so to have those Amelie-style bangs, I had to practically shear my bangs. They were only about an inch and a half long. Oops.
So for the next few months, I didn't have to cut my bangs at all! In fact, when I did go the salon for a trim I couldn't do myself (the back is still out of my range), the hairdresser scolded me. "These are much to short! Who cut them?" When I admitted that I had, she said, "Never do that again. Never!"
Just this past week, I realized that my bangs were curling at the ends and getting into my eyes. The rest of my hair looks good, though - just a trim of the bangs was needed. I still couldn't justify the price, but I remembered my promise never to do it myself again. So I called on my trusty sidekick, Jube. I prepped him: "Can you cut my hair for me?"
He let out a shocked laugh. "What? Cut your hair? What put that into your head?"
"Well, I don't want to pay for it."
"But I've never done it before!"
"That's okay. It can't be worse than what I did myself."
After a few more minutes of resistance, he reluctantly agreed to do it.
The next evening, after my shower, I pulled out the scissors. "Let's get it over with!" I cried. It was almost an adventure! I told him to cut it at about the level of my eyes, straight across. After making the first few cuts on the left, he followed the length along to the right.
"Done," he told me, looking pleased - until he stepped back and looked at the final product. "Oh no! How did that side end up so much longer than the other?" He cut some more, finally finishing a reasonably straight line.
"I don't know how they do it," he told me. "Cutting hair is hard!" But at least we did our part for our savings account.
But all the advice about saving and not spending must have gotten to me, because when it came time for a trim of my bangs, I didn't want to shell out the $12 for a professional. Instead, I cut them myself. This was a few months ago, and I ended up with Amelie-style shortshortshort bangs. I also have a small forehead, so to have those Amelie-style bangs, I had to practically shear my bangs. They were only about an inch and a half long. Oops.
So for the next few months, I didn't have to cut my bangs at all! In fact, when I did go the salon for a trim I couldn't do myself (the back is still out of my range), the hairdresser scolded me. "These are much to short! Who cut them?" When I admitted that I had, she said, "Never do that again. Never!"
Just this past week, I realized that my bangs were curling at the ends and getting into my eyes. The rest of my hair looks good, though - just a trim of the bangs was needed. I still couldn't justify the price, but I remembered my promise never to do it myself again. So I called on my trusty sidekick, Jube. I prepped him: "Can you cut my hair for me?"
He let out a shocked laugh. "What? Cut your hair? What put that into your head?"
"Well, I don't want to pay for it."
"But I've never done it before!"
"That's okay. It can't be worse than what I did myself."
After a few more minutes of resistance, he reluctantly agreed to do it.
The next evening, after my shower, I pulled out the scissors. "Let's get it over with!" I cried. It was almost an adventure! I told him to cut it at about the level of my eyes, straight across. After making the first few cuts on the left, he followed the length along to the right.
"Done," he told me, looking pleased - until he stepped back and looked at the final product. "Oh no! How did that side end up so much longer than the other?" He cut some more, finally finishing a reasonably straight line.
"I don't know how they do it," he told me. "Cutting hair is hard!" But at least we did our part for our savings account.
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